Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.